I dated a girl in Quebec named Julie. I wonder if it's the same one. Her last name was Lefe__vre. We met on the concourse of the Colissee, where I was trading hockey pins with degenerate middle-aged men who carried towels and towels studded with pins. They were eager to get my rare M-----J--- pin from south, central Saskat______. Julie also wanted to be pinned. I took her out into the zamboni refuse area where there was quite a lot of fake snow mixed in with the real snow and I hugged her so hard her boobs pooped. It was our special moment and I've yet to see anything remotely like it since. I looked up her address one year later via the public library's FEDERAL POSTAL CODE book but our romance was over as soon as I left the province.